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He stops sucking and throws his
head back. “What the fuck? I feel light-
headed.” He shoves me off him and
reaches for his drink. He shakes his head
vigorously. “What the hell did you put in
my drink?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking
about.” I stand and move away from
him. He’s sweating and out of breath.
He tries to stand, but he’s too
disorientated. I laugh.
